...I thought it would just be a quick hit and done. She was trembling with climax, eyes rolling back.
"Wow, she's got some serious stamina, huh?"
Even while watching me, she didn't say a word, just glared. Maybe she took it as permission to keep going. Now she's openly staring at me, her hand twitching.
Her pants are getting wetter, like a flood's hit them.
Honestly, as a guy, if a woman was looking at my body and doing that, I might think,( Oh, my body's that attractive, huh?)she's pretty decent-looking too.
"But this is a gender Role eversed world, damn it…"
Her blatant stare was like a guy ogling a hot girl, wanting to screw her but knowing it's just a fantasy. At least, that's how it would be in the world I came from.
"It'd be nice if she felt like a woman, but she's no different from a guy."
Those eyes. Burning with a hunger like she wants to cut into a cake and shove it in her mouth. The woman in front of me is probably fantasizing about overpowering and violating me to satisfy her urges.
And she could. In my old world, it's normal for guys to fantasize about pretty girls.
I evaluated myself objectively. Even I can admit I'm ridiculously good-looking. 180 cm tall, long legs, smooth white skin you'd want to touch. Apparently, tall guys are still a hit in this world too.
To her, I'm a hot, mixed-blood stud showing off my upper body. A damn fine one, at that. That's how it'd be judged in my original world, but it probably holds here too.
(Fine, I'll admit I'm hot by this world's standards. Not just hot insanely hot. But to act like that so blatantly in front of someone?)
If we were alone, she'd probably lose it and jump me. I didn't like this pervert. I've been through this kind of crap before because of people like her.
(If it weren't for jerks like them, I wouldn't have had to quit being an athlete.)
Old memories soured my mood. But even with this creep acting like that, I was caught in an internal struggle.
Dragging her out and beating her to a pulp? She looks like a woman, so that feels off. Screaming like a girl? Nah, not my style. Reporting her? Too much hassle, and it'd make me feel pathetic.
"I'm still not used to this."
Annoyed, I clicked my tongue. It came out louder than I meant.
"Tch."
The sound echoed in the quiet subway car. Not super loud, but enough for her to hear.
I instantly regretted it. Felt like I was in a horror movie.
The subway wasn't packed, but there were still plenty of people. The moment I clicked my tongue, a bunch of women snapped their heads toward me.
(These creeps… they were pretending not to look but were watching me the whole time.)
While I was distracted by my phone and that woman, they'd been staring. Honestly, it gave me chills. Over ten pairs of eyes locked on me in an instant.
Well, since I had everyone's attention, I decided to use it.
"Haa…"
I sighed, scrunched my face in annoyance, and brushed my bangs back with my bandaged fingers, glaring at the pervert still lost in her little fantasy.
The eyes on me shifted to where I was looking. A sturdy-looking woman noticed and walked over to the creep.
"Hey."
"…?!"
The pervert finally realized people were staring, panicked, and yanked her hand out.
(Goddamn… her fingers are glistening. How much was she going at it?)
Her swollen, wrinkled, pale fingers were disgusting. I didn't need to guess what made them like that.
While I was thinking this, the sturdy woman grabbed the pervert by the collar.
"What the—!"
"Shut up and get up. You're embarrassing women everywhere. What the hell are you doing in public?"
As they started tussling, the subway announcement chimed.
*—The next station is…*
(Oh, already my stop. Dunno who you are, but thanks for the help. Still, women's aggression is something else.)
I ignored the two women fighting and stood by the door.
The sturdy woman suddenly let go of the pervert's collar and rushed over to me.
(…That was a quick switch. Guess that was her real goal. Thanks rescinded. Should've handled it myself, damn it)
"Hey, you okay? Haha, sorry you had to see that. I just couldn't stand her embarrassing women like that."
I brushed my hair back with my left arm and nodded in thanks. She helped, so I owed her that much. Weirdly, my arm keeps moving on its own to brush my hair must be this body's habit.
My track jacket slipped, exposing my left arm. The sturdy woman's eyes shook like an earthquake as she stared at my bare shoulder and chest, visible through my tank top.
Her eyes turned into those of a guy from my old world, but I decided to let it slide.
(Fine… staring and fantasizing is okay. As long as they don't act on it.)
"Ahem. You must've been scared. I'll help you out. If you need, I can go with you to the police."
She coughed awkwardly and extended a big, thick hand.
(Ugh, this is getting annoying. She's the type to follow me even if I say no.)
I needed a response that was cold but wouldn't piss her off or give her hope.
Then I spotted a foreigner sitting far off.
(Got it.)
Since accepting this body, Korean flows naturally from my mouth. But when I talk to my aunt, Russian comes out automatically. My mouth's like an auto-translator, which is convenient, but now I was a bit worried.
(Let's try it. If it doesn't work, I'll just shut her down cold.)
"Thank you, but I'm fine."
(It worked?)
The sturdy woman sighed like a fisherman who lost a catch, clicking her tongue in disappointment. Relieved, I waited for the door to open.
*—Hiss*
As I stepped out, she mumbled something behind me.
"What's… your name?"
(Time to let it go, huh? She's persistent, and it's annoying.)
I just said, "I don't know English," and bolted. As the door closed, I glanced back she was still staring at me with longing eyes.
(Honestly, she's scarier than the pervert. With that size, could I even take her? I need to test this body soon.)
Swearing never to ride the subway again, I climbed the stairs and left the station. Emerging from that crowded, crazy space into the open air felt refreshing.
I know it in my head, but I'm still not used to it. Women acting like horny guys it's just men in women's bodies.
In my old world, with this physique, no one would mess with me. But here, no matter how big or tall a guy is, he can't beat a woman.
(Well, except for pro-level freak fighters. But even they'd probably lose to a female pro in the same weight class.)
I used to be the predator, but now I'm prey to them. A big, tasty walking protein slab.
Thinking about being used as someone's fantasy material… yeah, the world's changed.
Clicking my tongue, I headed to my destination, then had a fun idea and pulled out my phone.
(Wonder how guys here react to situations like this.)
I'm used to it, but they were born here, right? If I just stand there like earlier, they might think it's permission and try something. Gotta learn how to handle it.
"Let's search. Oh, found something."
Waving my empty track jacket sleeve like a cape, I crossed the street.
It looked cool, but I was just reading some dumb forum post.
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Post Title: Almost Got Molested Today, Please Help…
Content: So, I've got a small face and get called cute a lot. I'm about 175 cm tall? Anyway, people always say I'm cute or whatever. But on the bus, it was crowded, and this woman who looked like some celebrity, maybe 167 cm, was staring at me. It was scary, man. 😭 When she started coming closer, I got freaked out and got off quick. It's so hard being a guy in Korea…
Anonymous94: Must've been scary, OP. 😢 Don't worry, she probably wasn't looking at you. Maybe just glancing around.
OP:No, she was definitely staring at me! 😭
Anonymous21: Probably just thought your height was cool. 😢 Don't stress, she wasn't looking at you.
OP: I'm telling you, she was staring! 😭
Anonymous33: Uh… maybe it's just in your head? Why would she…?
OP: Didn't you read my post? I said I'm cute!
anonymous33: But you said you didn't know, right? So maybe not?
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I quietly closed the site and pocketed my phone. What a disaster.
(These idiots are useless.)
They're so indirect about being cute and getting into trouble. Makes me want to punch them. I'd have cursed them out in the comments already.
Hoping for a decent solution, I went in, but it felt like diving into a cesspool.
Feeling worse than before, I hurried to my destination.
A grand building with a sign on its wall.
The place where I'd get my Korean citizenship.
A high-rise with probably over 30 elevator buttons.
Just another massive Gangnam building, but its size felt oddly intimidating.
With a strange mix of emotions and my heart pounding, I pushed open the elegant door and stepped inside.
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